Today Claire and I walked to the post office to send a package. As we were walking home we crossed a busy street. There was a lady waiting for the light to turn with us who had a large lock-box which she had attached to a luggage cart. The crosswalk was in pretty bad shape and as we got right to the end her box tipped over. I rushed over and asked her if she needed any help. She waved me away and said she was fine as she hauled the box back onto the luggage cart.
I said, "this road is in terrible shape. It's hard with a stroller too."
She responded, "Yeah, you know, I've got all my legal papers here. I have to bring them with me--don't want the maid to steal them."